Today we played holi,
Krishna.
We threw at each other
Water balloons and colours,
Hues of all shades.
My shirt and pants are
All wet and greasy now.
I'm tired.
Do you remember, Krishna?
The tireless day of your birthday?
Mortals who worship you
Call it by a divine name.
'Krishna Janmashtami'.
In the radiance of the
Jasmine like fair moon,
Round, so beautiful,
I, with my friends,
Gathered around the Kadamba,
Krishna.
In that cosmic moment,
We knew
No shame,
No fears,
No concern.
Just you, and you complete.
You bedecked me in all shades,
Krishna.
I bathed in your colours
In the middle of the night.
They call it the Maharaas.
I call it union.
Yours
And mine.
For even though I lost you,
I never really lost you.
I still have that dupatta,
Krishna.
The one you dipped in blues
And azure that night
And teased me.
It looks like a peacock now,
Ready to dance.
You will never tire me of your intellect, Krishna.
I wish
I could be
Half as clever as you are.
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Radha's Krishna
PoetryRadhaRamana, The Beloved of Radha he is. He is everything, in everyone. He is sung, he is loved, he lives. But Radha? ______ Narrated in the voice of one of Hindu mythology's most powerful characters, Radha's Krishna is a collection of poems, an o...
